"Your Majesty~" The eunuchs and palace maids outside the bedroom saw His Majesty limping out, and they shouted and rushed forward to support him.

Zhang Yuanqing was relieved, but he did not forget to maintain his character and shouted loudly: "There is an assassin, go and notify the Imperial City Division!"

The palace maids and eunuchs also noticed the fierce fighting in the bedroom, and ran everywhere in panic to spread the shouts of "There is an assassin" and "Come and save the emperor".

Word spread from one person to ten people, and from ten to a hundred, until cries for help were heard everywhere outside the palace.

Zhang Yuanqing, whose calf was injured, fled to the square outside the palace with the help of two eunuchs.

While waiting for support from the Imperial City Guards, he grabbed the sleeve of the eunuch on his left and whispered a few words to him.

The eunuch was stunned for a moment and then nodded: "Yes, sir!"

Leaving the emperor behind, he hurried into the night.

After a while, flames floated from afar accompanied by the clanging sounds of armor. The imperial guards holding torches arrived first, led by Zheng Longtu, the commander of the imperial guards who had been seen during the day.

"Your Majesty!" Zheng Longtu ran over with a knife on his shoulder, his face tense. "I am late in coming to your rescue, and I deserve to die." He looked Zhang Yuanqing up and down in the light of the torch, and when he saw that his life was not in danger, his stern expression relaxed a little.

Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly said, "Quickly capture the female assassin and keep her alive."

Zheng Longtu nodded and waved his hand: "Quickly capture the assassin!%

The imperial guards behind him responded loudly, threw away their torches, and strode towards the bedroom.

Suddenly there was a buzzing sound, the sound of some insect flapping its wings densely and loudly.

In the flickering firelight, Zhang Yuanqing saw a bug landing on the eunuch's face. The bug was two inches in size, pitch black in color, and had a pair of thin wings that made it impossible to tell what species it was.

The insect opened its ferocious mouthparts and bit the eunuch's face fiercely.

"Ah..." The eunuch screamed miserably and rolled on the ground, and the imperial guards did the same.

Several firefighters in the army raised their torches and blew hard, and flames several meters long rolled up into the sky, illuminating the entire square and the sky.

The swarm of insects fell from the air after being licked by the flames, emitting a burning smell. They were poisonous insects, and there was a sorcerer lurking in the palace.

Zheng Longtu's expression changed, and he shouted, "You guys guard the palace, kill the Zhong Qun and protect His Majesty."

He grabbed Zhang Yuanqing's shoulders and said quickly, "Your Majesty, follow me to the side hall for shelter."

He dragged Zhang Yuanqing away without saying a word. Zhang Yuanqing, who was weak and unable to take care of himself, could only let him drag him forward.

"only!"

Zheng Longtu kicked open the door of the side hall, took Zhang Yuanqing and hid inside, then turned around and closed the door and bolted it.

Fortunately, they had a safe journey and the poisonous insects did not chase them or try to attack them.

After closing the door, Zheng Longtu, who had been serious and tense, suddenly felt extremely relaxed. He walked to the table, poured himself a glass of water and drank it slowly.

Zhang Yuanqing stayed at the door and observed the situation outside through the crack. At this time, more and more imperial guards arrived, and more and more insects rushed over.

The swarm of insects and the imperial guards were in a stalemate, and a raging fire broke out in the bedroom. Neither the three female assassins nor Li Changshi came out.

The sorcerer behind the scenes did not manipulate the insect swarm's attack sound to attack the imperial guards in order to delay them and create a chance for the three female assassins to escape?

In this way, the identity of the sorcerer who controls the swarm of insects is revealed: it is Madoka, and only Madoka can save them.

But how did Madoka know their identities? What is Madoka's role? First, let's rule out the Queen.

She didn't attack me, and her mission was not to assassinate the tyrant, but she didn't save me either, which means she didn't know that the tyrant was Yuanshi or she was still observing.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly analyzed the situation. At this moment, Zheng Longtu's voice rang in his ears, "Your Majesty, the side hall is safe. You can rest assured."

"Commander Zheng, why don't you let the imperial guards guard outside the side hall? What if a thief comes in?" Zhang Yuanqing retracted his gaze and turned to look at Zheng Longtu who was inside the room.

He suddenly froze, his back pressed against the lattice door, not daring to move. A sword was pressed against his chest. "You..." Zhang Yuanqing's pupils shrank, and he looked at the commander of the Imperial City Division in astonishment. In terms of blood relationship, Guan Longtu was Zhao Shun's cousin, and this core was the confidant of the confidants.

The flickering candlelight in the side hall shone on Zheng Longtu's face, making his expression become a little uncertain.

Zheng Longtu said expressionlessly, "The imperial guards are guarding outside the door, so how can I assassinate your majesty? Your majesty is really lucky. The strange poison that the person refined couldn't kill you, so I have to take the risk to assassinate you today. Who gave you the trick of poisoning the poison? The imperial physician in the palace is not up to the level of this."

As the night fell and everything was silent, the flames on the top of Linxia City flickered in the night wind. Torches spread along the city wall like a twisting fire dragon.

As a matter of course, he was on night duty. He stood on the top of the city wall and looked out at the dark wilderness outside the city. The tents of the Northern Dynasty's large army were built by the river, and he could see their vague outlines with his eyesight.

The first night of the dungeon was very peaceful, because the soldiers defending the city were yawning continuously. After the day's test of insect poisons and the Northern Dynasty was in turmoil, they saw that there was no opportunity to take advantage of and temporarily calmed down. The two armies confronted each other from a distance, and no one started a war.

But Zhao Chenghuang knew that all this was just the calm before the storm. From the perspective of the copy, the spiritual realm travelers had to be given time to adapt to the environment and collect intelligence.

From a practical perspective, a siege is also a protracted war, and a standoff of ten days or half a month is possible.

But war will come eventually. Zhao Chenghuang has never experienced such a large-scale war. He feels a little uneasy and nervous, but not afraid. After all, as the battlefield of the Night Wandering God, it is also his home ground.

Because there were dead bodies and corpses everywhere, Zhao Chenghuang was lost in thought and saw that a thick fog had spread across the wilderness. The thick fog covered the sky and made the already bleak night even darker.

At the same time, several vengeful spirits he arranged upstream captured the sound of fast running footsteps in the thick fog.

The next second, the vengeful spirits wrapped in the thick fog lost contact with him.

Zhao Chenghuang was terrified and shouted: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

While shouting, he rushed to the drum, grabbed the drumstick and beat it hard.

Boom boom boom!

The heavy sound of drums spread in the night, and the silent barracks throughout the city suddenly revived, and the defenders who were ready for battle at any time were like marching ants.

They rushed to the parade ground to assemble, some went into the warehouse to carry equipment and tools for defending the city, and the soldiers who were resting on the top of the city rushed out to carry out arrows.

Some brought out kerosene, beaters, and some operated the bed machine set up on the top of the city wall.

Fu Qingyang, Demon Eye King and Xiahou Aotian flew to the top of Yuecheng first and looked out, they saw thick gray fog rolling in, as fast as a horse, less than ten feet away from the city wall.

Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice: "The Lord of Mist can teleport in the mist and blow away the thick mist immediately."

Of course, this sentence was said to Xiahou Aotian.

The only weapon refiner in the team slowly opened his inventory and took out a six-foot (two-meter) giant white feather fan.

Whoosh!

A strong wind suddenly blew up and blew back the rolling thick fog. Xiahou Aotian gathered all his strength and kept waving his feather fan which was taller than others. The airflow formed an invisible barrier on the top of the city and blew back the rushing thick fog.

As he continued to wave, the airflow within a hundred meters became more and more violent, forming hurricanes tens of meters high.

Some hurricanes scatter themselves on the top of the city, while others drift towards the flat wilderness.

The violent air currents rolled up thick fog, which either spread in all directions or rolled up into the sky.

In an instant, the thick smoke dissipated, and the enemy hidden in the fog appeared in the eyes of the defenders.

The riders with bows were in the front, the infantry were in the middle, and at the back were the catapults pulled by horses.

Seeing this, two experienced centurions raised their small flags and issued orders by flag language. In ancient times, large-scale battles used flag language to issue orders. Human language is difficult to convey to the three armies in the chaos of war, even for a hero like Zhang Fei who broke Chang Banqiao with a drink.

The defenders on the city wall followed the changes in the hand flags. Some drew their bows and arrows and aimed at the distance, while others loaded their bows and tried to calibrate the direction until the Northern Dynasty cavalry came within 200 steps of the wall.

The two centurions waved their flags heavily at the same time, and at once thousands of arrows were fired at the top of the city wall like a rainstorm.

The heavily armored cavalry of the Northern Dynasty charged under a hail of arrows and did not stop until they were within a hundred paces.

The city was attacked by rain of arrows. Under the cover of their own cavalry, the infantry came to the foot of the city with shields raised, set up ladders, bit the back of their swords, and quickly climbed the ladders.

At this time, the defenders in the barracks had already climbed up to the top of the city wall with their defense equipment, picked up battering rams and threw stones down like rain on the enemy troops who were attacking the city.

But more and more infantrymen rushed to the city, clinging to the crossbow ladders like ants and climbing up quickly.

The guards brought oil drums to the door and poured the sticky and flammable liquid down. The pyrotechnicians in the army shot out flames to ignite the kerosene.

The icy flames devoured the enemy troops mercilessly. Under the walls of the attacking enemy troops, raging flames ignited and thick smoke billowed. The extremely high temperature and smoke caused great suffering to those enemy troops who were lucky enough not to be splashed with kerosene.

Fu Qingyang watched this scene indifferently.

As a high-ranking scout, he was accustomed to such scenes, but Zhao Chenghuang and Xiahou Aotian, who had never seen a scene where life was treated as worthless, were shocked.

Their profession determines that it is impossible for them to appear in large-scale war copies.

"call out!"

With a shrill whistle, an arrow flew across the battlefield at an unimaginable speed and shot towards Fu Qingyang.

Chuan Qingyang stood still and raised his hand to catch the arrows shot at him. A burly figure from the enemy army rose into the sky like a cannonball and attacked him. He laughed wildly, "Yang Ce, I didn't expect that you, a good-for-nothing from an aristocratic family, have some skills. If we didn't have enough fighting during the day, let's fight again."

This man was wearing blood-red armor, had a head full of dirty braids, a big flat nose, and single eyelids, a typical Northern Dynasty person.

The right commander of the Juque Army, Wanyan Batian!

While Wanyan Batian was still in the air, two blood-red runes appeared in his eyes.

The defenders around Fu Qingyang held their heads and screamed, veins bulging, and they killed each other in a frenzy.

At this moment, a beam of golden-red light shot from the top of the city wall on the other side and hit Wanyan Batian directly. The muscular general with fat wrapped around his body stiffened and his spiritual power raged, stagnating in the air.

Fu Qingyang shook his wrist and threw the arrow in his hand, hitting Wan'e Batian's forehead. He only heard a sharp sound and sparks flew. The arrow containing sword energy only broke the flesh but failed to hurt the bones.

"Leave this guy to me." The Demon Eye King, who had been impatient for a long time, jumped up with a "bang".

Wanyan Batian was hit from the side, and the collision between the two ancient war gods was like the ringing of bells in an ancient temple, while Wanyan Batian smashed into the cavalry regiment under him, killing and injuring all the soldiers and horses.

The two ancient gods of war fought in the midst of thousands of troops, sometimes hitting the top of the city and sometimes falling into the hands of the Northern Dynasty army. All the men and horses were truly annihilated.

The level of Demon Eye King is lower than Wanyan Batian, but his bewitching eyes give him the upper hand, and he almost suppresses Wanyan Batian's output.

However, the ancient god of war had a body of iron and steel and was invulnerable to swords and spears. Not only was his vitality strong, but there was also blood all around him.

When he was seriously injured, he could just grab a soldier and drink his blood to recover.

When the two armies were in a stalemate, loud drum sounds were heard from the rear of the Northern Dynasty.

A group of fierce and powerful soldiers wearing blood-red armor finally joined the Juque Army on the battlefield.

At the same time, a powerful pressure descended from those in high positions. The hands and feet of the middle-level and senior generals on the battlefield were shaking uncontrollably. Even Fu Qingyang, the commander-in-chief, unconsciously tensed his muscles as if facing a powerful enemy.

Fu Qingyang's expression was more solemn than ever before, Tuoba Guanghe!

Level nine!